There is something in the fullness of life—that brimming excess of emotion, thought, effort, enjoyment, and work which only reaches an American woman. It is that exaltation which comes from intellectual contact, that supreme excitement of society, that generous outgiving of sympathy, the necessary wear and tear of daily life ... which wear out the health of an American woman so soon. A woman's life is gone before she knows that she has been spending her principal. That splendid investment, which should have lasted her life, has been squandered, and on whom? On friends she loves and would die for? No, on the sordid call and the sense of duty.